let love be genuine [ resurrection roleplay ; p ]
 

It had rained for the earlier part of the day, but that rain suddenly became thick snow. It covered the ground, the trees, the water, until nothing remained but shades of washed out gray. The Forest was naturally grim and murky, though, so perhaps this new blanket was an upgrade. As Rainywhisker makes his way through the woods, he notes several tracks that appear out of nowhere, and disappear into nothing too. Maybe they were dreamers, or remnants of cats so long-gone that the final pieces of them were being lost to the vast sea of things no longer remembered by the living, or anything else for that matter. He never knew how to make sense of this stuff anymore. But even in life, he'd been too obedient to question StarClan and the Dark Forest.

Dragging his paws through the snow, the tom treks out towards one of the borders far from most prying eyes. A border shared with StarClan was often kept well away from; Their neighbors thought poorly of the residency here. He knew better than to blame them, but perhaps judgement was too hastily passed by too many who knew too little.

Why come here, though? Truthfully the older tom had one reason and one alone: Privacy. He'd become a bit contemplative lately, perhaps after sending that one child to the realm of the living again. But it was time to readdress all of that which he usually kept in a box at the back of the closet of his mind. Nostalgia was for the older folks, and unfortunately Rainywhisker fell into this category nowadays.

Coming to a standstill, the tom peers out into the other land not out of curiosity but sheer desire. He did not regret turning his back on his belief in his Clanmates, but the decision cost him greatly. And now the older tom had little prospect. So be it, though. Those he cared for were over there somewhere as well. At least he knew that they were happy. Quite sad to think about though.

[ et viola, word vomit for you, @teddy. ]

Re: let love be genuine [ resurrection roleplay ; p ]
 

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the ground would surely wear into a trench with how furiously the mollys weathered paws paced back and forth across starry grass.

her heart - feeling it beat even in death - pounded with anticipation. She was expecting to see Houndspirit; expecting to see her daughter cross back into the glimmering landscape for... the second time, was it? but this time was different; a kit would no doubt be accompanying the young cat.

Dogspirit felt blood rush her tattered ears; filled with a sound of rushing liqiud.

a figure appeared; a familiar one at that. but it wasn't Houndspirit? it wasn't her daughter, no? another face in Dogs memory that was drowned in blood and sorrow: rainywhisker.

the weight that pushed on Dogspirits shoulders felt suffocating. Finally, her pacing came to a stop. A rabbitbin headlights.

"Rainywhisker?" she couldnt hear her own voice as she called out, stepping closer and closer to the border before hitting the point where celestial grass turned into stained snow. Starclan cats were free from knowing the icy jaws of winter again.

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[ @teddy. ]

The twisted idea that he could have been happier, too, crosses over Rainywhisker's mind for a fleeting second like the shadow of a hawk surveying the land for prey. While he didn't regret his choices- He'd long since grown out of that phase of his life- the older tom still sometimes let himself wonder at the alternatives he's missed. Like dreaming and waking without the yearning for what was lost, he would not come out of the thought feeling any nostalgia or longing. It was a curiosity at best. What would his afterlife had been if he'd stayed? Who would he have seen by now?

What he desired, however, was to be among the ones he'd admired and loved... As any cat would, really. He was a cat who enjoyed solitude but an eternity of this was not always something he woke up wanting.

Guiding a few brave spirits back into the realm of the living was a worthy trade, regardless of those idle, passive thoughts and occasional heartsickness. And Rainywhisker would perhaps acquire the taste for it, if allowed to continue acting Charon. In the coming seasons, maybe the impact he'd been meant to make on the Clans would finally be seen; Sending lost spirits back to the living for another chance at fulfilling their intended destiny. He always longed to perform services dutifully to his Clan. Surely, in a way, this still served a purpose too.

The stormy gray tabby turns orange eyes across the starry glade. He wasn't expecting to see anybody he knew very well... He was, again, only here because it's where his paws took him. So when a painfully familiar cat shows herself before his very eyes, his heart skips a beat and his breath becomes locked in his chest for a moment too long.

"Dogspirit," her name comes off of his tongue soft and delicate, as if saying it would shatter the image in front of him. She had been murdered in the very same battle as he- Where Lionstorm savaged ThunderClan over nothing but his own self-righteous delusions... It was gruesome and sad.

"Look at you," his next words come out just as soft but full of an almost parental fondness. His apprentice, he'd never come to know so closely thanks to Duskstar. She grew up away from them all, alone, without guidance from the ones she was supposed to rely on. And then she died, a queen with kittens in the nursery, to the claws of a fervently crazed thing. Nothing about these things were fair. "It's certainly been a while. But you look good wearing that starlight, you really do. What brings you around here? Surely not the scenery."

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she wanted to pry her eyes off him; as if the longer she stared, the more reality hit. no wonder she couldn't find him; she couldn't find any of them, along the stars. Not Bumblebelly, not Grizzlyburr, not Duskstar, not Rainywhisker... But the location of one her of dearest was revealed and suddenly the teen molly wished it hadn't been.

"Its hard looking bad when you're dead," she snarked out, putting up that hostile sarcastic wall that she'd always had up, "but even you somehow managed to look like crap in the afterlife, old man." a friendly jest with too much pain hiding an inch behind her words. He didn't deserve this fate and that made the hackles on her back raise.

Dogspirit - a name she hated; loathed; a name she had pratically cheated in gaining, by being filled with kittens - atepped forwards. She would have stepped forwards if the ground didn't change so quickly to biting frost. "I was waiting- for Houndspirit- my daughter-" she lacked confidence, her words would have a stutter to them, but uncertainty wasn't something that plauged the young she-cat.

She pulled her eyes away, glancing back at the celestial landscape behind her. Somewhere designed to feel like home but it was a nightmare of its own creation; what she had enjoyed most in life was the battle of suriving. She was robbed of the fun that was the game of life.

Dogspirit turned back, fondness on her face as she dared to offer a small smile. "Stars, I'm glad to see you... Hanging around in a massive pity party was never my style," her laugh barked out.


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